PROMISE, Spencer Reid.

chapter 2

What am I waiting for?

Feet planted beneath . . .

My compass, my transport.

Richy Mitch §§ the Coal Miners, Evergreen.

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When I first hear my song alarm, I feel like I'm in a Djo concert for a split second. However, I lift up my phone to see the alarm label.

"School time! You can't say 5 more minutes to this"

I quickly press stop on my phone, before I remember that my mom had put a game-lock on my phone so I can actually "wake up" and whatnot. It's a simple word search about some of my favorite things, and I love word searches. It's not something I would do in broad daylight, but it sure does wake me up.

The weather is not the cliche, "sunny day, birds chirping" thing or whatever. It's a whole shower outside. So big of a shower that about 100 people can bathe in the rain simultaneously. Even the clouds are starting to turn gray for a possible thunderstorm. Don't ask why Virginia loves to keep us in school even if the rain makes an ocean.

I put on my kind of blurry follicles, and slowly rise from my bed to start this fiasco of a day.

The outfit I picked out for today is totally inspired by spencer. Okay, maybe it isn't, but I'm crossing my fingers that I have at least one class with the acclaimed boy genius. It's an oversized black graphic tee, with the tightest jeans I have available. I also paired it with a semi-silver belt that I got at a thrift store or something.

I drop some of my "hair-drating" serum onto my curls, being hopeful that it will give it an extra poof, or an extra bounce. For the first time in about 2 months, my face isn't plastered with tiny red bumps everywhere. That berry cleaner I've been using really works wonders.

"Micah, let's go!" I hear a loud but faint voice of my mom yelling.

"Ronnie is already at the table!"

I unplug the charger for my space-themed watch to look at the time, thinking that I'm not that late for waking up.

6:45, the clock displays. A sense of urgency runs through my body and mind, since school is supposed to start at 7:50, and I'm not that close to the college-like campus.

I speed walk down the stairs while I'm adjusting my watch band. I could already hear the sounds of my mom spreading avocado spread on a slightly burned, but toasted piece of bread.

"Good morning, Micah!" my mom greets me when I rapidly enter the kitchen.

"Ronnie, what do you say to someone who has gotten up for the day?"

"Good morning, mickey." Ronnie turns to where I'm sitting and giggles. He's old enough to know to call me by my actual name, but he says that 'mickey' just brings too much nostalgia to his early childhood. I don't even know how he knows the word, nostalgia. He's only in the middle of third grade.

I quickly munch on the avocado-covered toast so I wouldn't miss the second bus. The first bus stops by at around 6:30, but I already know that me and that bus won't ever be in the same place at the same time. I rip off the packaging for my all-day whitening strips and slap them onto my pearly whites... without the white part.

"Bye-bye mickey!" my mom and my cousin say simultaneously as I grab my dark but pinned-up backup. Another sense of cringe crawls down on me, knowing that they're just trying to get a reaction out of me.

"See you later, guys." I swiftly motion myself towards the door to unlock it. "Be good Ron!"

I take a deep breath before fully opening the door, preparing for the cold whiff of air that my body will chill from. However, I open the gate to see that the second bus has promptly left my bus stop, and that it's making its way to the more fancy 'gate-housed' street in my neighborhood. My hand goes into my bag's side pocket for my emergency umbrella, and I leisurely descend down the stairs to begin my 20 minute walk to the star-studded facility.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hiiii!!! I'm surprised that I'm finished with the second chapter already, knowing my long-lasting writer's block. Next chapter will most likely finally have some Spencer x micah moments, but they probably won't have the best start of their interconnection. Or maybe they will. Regardless, I hope y'all are enjoying the book so far, as this is just the beginning. ilysm<33

word count: 785.